Thursday, May 13, 2010

"Quiet" Time

I hear a lot of raucous laughter and yelling during "quiet time". I've started keeping the door to the Salad's room open with a gate across it from 1:30 to 3, so that I can do wash, dishes, clean up from the morning mayhem, prepare our afternoon project, make beds, wipe down the table, sweep the floor, pay bills, blah, blah, blah. As I go about my business, I hear gems like these waft from the mouths of babes.

"That's Spanish for brick."

"Please take this to the tax man."

"No. I have my big toe in your pocket!"

"Here, I have batteries and quarters in my duffle bag."

"Dear God, thank you for the things we are thankful for."

"My belly feels a little foody from lunch."

Oh, and stuff like this happens . . .

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